And I still want to know why you hit that man in front of me. You wanted me to see it, didn’t you?” “Why would I want you to see it?” Sarah was getting very annoyed with him. He usually wasn’t this dense. “Because you wanted me to think badly of you, and I demand to know why!” “You do, do you?” he said in a very odd tone. “Yes, I do, and I’m not getting out of this cab until you tell me!” “I don’t want to tell you.” “Then what do you want?” She knew he was looking at her, although she doubted he could see very much in the darkness. “I want to show you,” he said.